Aunts
the aunts come for coffee
in their daytime dresses
always sharp with lipstick
they take long drags on their cigarettes and wave their hands
in the smoke
while they talk
in small whispers so we can't hear
and then louder
about whose baby is due
what cousins getting married
more coffee
in nice weather they'll sit outside
big Jackie O glasses
small time 60's ladies
heading into the revolution
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